Despite about a journalist at a powerful newspaper who is jailed for refusing to name her source, “Nothing but the Truth” has nothing to do with you know what or who.
A gaudy, gorgeous rush of color, sound and motion, “Slumdog Millionaire” doesn’t travel through the lower depths, it giddily bounces from one horror to the next.
To say that Charlie Kaufman’s “Synecdoche, New York” is one of the best films of the year is such a pathetic response to its soaring ambition that I might as well pack it in right now.
You learn little by way of hard facts about the adored French soccer star and famous head-butter Zinédine Zidane in the formalist exercise that bears his name.
“W.” does something most journalism and even documentaries can’t or won’t do: it reminds us what a long, strange trip it’s been to the Bush White House.
“Elegy” is such a serious, oftentimes grave exploration of desire and the ways of aging that it’s a miracle the two central characters have as much sex as they do.
“The Order of Myths” is a wise and soberly affecting documentary about the separate but unequal Mardi Gras festivities that take place each year in Mobile, Ala.
Baggy, draggy, oddly timed and strangely off the mark, “The X-Files: I Want to Believe” is the generally bad-news follow-up to the show’s first feature-film incarnation.